Newly

Newly

The seed splits open, barely seen, A thread of green where grey had been. Not loudly, not with fanfare's call, But softly, simply—newly, all.

The dewdrop clings to spider's thread, A diamond where nothing was spread. It catches light, a fleeting gleam, A world remade in waking dream.

The first step on untouched snow, A crispness no one else will know. The print remains, then fades to grey— Yet for that moment, new and brave.

So breathe this air, so sharp, so clear, Each moment born, each moment dear. Not past, not future, but now—this hour: The quiet, constant, newly power.